Paradise Lost is a compilation of glimpses into the musings of a writer unsatisfied with her life. Not receiving the warmth and affection she seeks from her love interest and unable to deal with her own feelings, she chooses to create her own medieval fantasy world. The writer unwittingly splits her own emotions into two distinct characters the speaker "I" (meek, mild and always devoted) and "Callisto" (aggressive, hurtful and full of rage). The writer lives vicariously through each of them in her writing. Through them she attempts to make sense of her own longing, his abandonment and her rage at being cast to the side. The relationships created in these fantasies are intense and overpowering; they are poured within the lines of the page, which allows the writer to separate herself from them just enough to continue to function in the outside world. As she loses herself in her own fantasy land the reader is left to question will the facade fall? Will it crush her when it does? Glimpse her thoughts, at various stages of her creation and discover what could happen if you lose yourself in your own mind.

Hello, I'm just doing something I have seen other writers try. Below is a small sample of stories that I am thinking of writing. As I can't work out which one to do first, maybe you can tell me which one sounds best.

faith, trust, and pixie dust. is that all i need to fly? or do i need to find my own way to break free from my 'perfect' world? follow my story of a teenage girl as she tries to deal with the everlasting battle of finding who you truly are and where you belong.

A short story and a component of a larger franchise titled "Age of Conflict". The Cement Isle is a four mile by five mile strip of man made concrete that rises fifty feet above the dark, bottomless
waters that surround it on the remote, forgotten water-world called Relm. A number of planets throughout the star system of Soi'laal use the Cement Isle, the only structure built on the planet Relm
as a grueling punishment for only the prisoners handed down the harshest of sentences. With no authorities or guards left behind to govern and regulate the small artificial prison island that
remains on this barren planet, violence flourishes as well as gruesome, hair raising diseases that are passed to and from among the doomed prisoners. With nowhere to escape to, arguably the
smartest of prisoners end their suffering early, by diving into the rough, fathomless, ocean surrounding the Isle, which are rumored to be inhabited by nightmarish deep sea leviathans. Other
prisoners who hang from the last thread of optimism within themselves, or cannot find the strength to end their forsaken lives, are left to endure their ill fate that has been cast upon them. The
day to day physical and psychological torment prisoners suffer this nightmarish reality is enough to have the braunest most cut out of warriors quaking in their cast iron. There are no escapees,
there are no survivors.